Page 7 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
Among other things.
Like your voice when I make you come.
“Dr. Taylor,” she called out.
“What?” I asked as she pushed through the crowd of our classmates. I followed her. “Look, Cassidy. It’s fate,” I teased. “I didn’t even have to use my charm to get us partnered up. Looks like we’re meant to be together, one way or another.”
“Yeah…uh, no.”
“Is there already a problem with the pairing?” Dr. Taylor asked absently, as if he couldn’t be less concerned with the plight of his students.
“Yes, sir. I can’t work with Slade Clark,” Cassidy protested.
“And why not?” He glanced up at us over the rim of his glasses.
“He’s a pig, for one,” she protested.
I grinned.
“I can’t help that, Ms. Greyson,” Dr. Taylor answered, already packing up his load.
“Working with him would create a hostile environment for me. We’re not suited to work together.”
“Hello. I’m right here,” I reminded her.
Dr. Taylor looked back and forth between us with a concerned look in his eyes, then honed in on Cassidy. “Is that truly the case?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Wait a minute. I happen to recall seeing you on the cheerleading squad. Am I mistaken?”
“No, sir,” she admitted. “I am.”
“So you and Mr. Slade here have to see each other throughout the season, or at least in relatively close proximity, right?”
“More or less.”
He nodded. “Tell you what, Ms. Greyson. You need this class to graduate, correct?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Then make it work. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” Cassidy said, defeated.
“You got it,” I agreed, victorious.
“Enjoy your day.” Dr. Taylor hurried out of the room with his lab coat flapping behind him like a superhero’s cape.
I waited at the door for Cassidy to get her things. As she left the room, I fell into step beside her. Once in the hallway, though, I put a hand on her arm and led her over into a corner by the stairwell.
“What the hell was that in there?” I had to ask.
“I don’t want to work with you,” she told me. “I don’t like you, Slade. You’re a cocky, self-centered pig.” She said it plainly, like she expected me just to accept her opinion of me without fighting back. I agreed with her, but she needed some resistance.
“No way,” I told her. “You’re not getting out of this. You and I are going to work together.”
“You can’t force me to work with you,” she said defiantly.
“I can’t, but Dr. Taylor just did.”
Cassidy huffed out a sigh, crossing her arms under the swell of her breasts. It wasn’t fair for her to try to distract me with her tits. It was even less fair that it was working, but nothing I tried worked on her so far.
